Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.